He gave me an intriguing smirk and starting shaking his head in laughter. It was highly contagious, no doubt. I remembered it clearly as if it were yesterday, and it probably was. My partner-in-crime could make me laugh hysterically only with an eye contact and nothing else. He was, after all, familiar with my humor.  

The day after however, things changed. Spite were to be thrown across the room without hesitation and would pierce either one of us directly in the heart or at least, somewhere close by. People change, and so did he. It was then I knew it and the truth hurt.

He grew up. And I was blindly left behind.